Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

September 20th, Yunyang City, 1918.

The Marshal's Mansion.

Fu Changming, the commander-in-chief of the southeast region, commands an army of 100,000. He is forty-two years old, dressed in a dark blue military uniform, with a rugged face and sharp eyes.

He was sitting at the head of the table, and his adjutant was reporting to him about buying foreign cannonballs.

"...General, once this batch of goods arrives, our army's equipment replacement rate will reach 30%." Li Xing's round face showed slight excitement.

It's important to know that the money for this arms deal didn't come from their own pocket.

It was someone else who insisted on donating it to them.

Fu Changming smiled slightly on his long face: "Not bad, not bad, you did a good job."

Li Xing listened to the words of reward below.

"Now that you have the weapons, take your men and take on a hundred of them."

Li Xingli stood at attention and saluted: "Thank you, Commander."

Fu Changming took out five long, cylindrical objects wrapped in newspaper from the drawer and tossed them to Li Xing one by one: "Here you go."

"General, this isn't right, I've already received the reward." He said this awkwardly, but Li Xing caught his hand just in time and stuffed it into his pocket as he spoke.

"Heh, words don't count. If you're so capable, show me what's on the desk." Fu Changming pointed to the 1.2-meter-tall brown desk in front of him.

Li Xing chuckled, pretending not to hear. The money on the general's table couldn't be taken away.

He squeezed the last packet in his hand and found that it contained twenty silver dollars.

The smile on his lips, the relaxation of his eyebrows—a full hundred silver dollars. It wasn't easy for the stingy commander to give him so much.

Li Xing was thinking of saying a few more compliments to the commander-in-chief, since he had already lost money, but before he could speak, the study door was pushed open and a young man entered from outside.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were raised high, and an unruly air about him. He was wearing a white suit with a rose tucked into his breast pocket.

He came in casually, walked to the desk, and said with a smile, "Dad, how about I get some money to spend?"

Looking at his third son, whose temperament was most like his own, Fu Changming couldn't help but scold, "Didn't I already give you your allowance this month? You want more?"

"What, you think your father's money falls from the sky? No way." He pointed to the door: "Get out."

He then cursed at the guards outside the door, "If he barges in again, I'll give you all a beating."

Young Fu Jing didn't care at all about the old man's scolding; he was already used to it: "Father, I've taken a fancy to a girl. If you're not afraid of losing face, I can ask her to treat me to dinner."

"Buy me a gift, and when people ask..." He raised his chin and shrugged, "I'll have to tell the truth."

"My dad wants me to be a kept man."

Fu Changming picked up the cup in front of him and threw it, but Fu Jing dodged it by tilting his head.

With a pained expression, he took two packets of silver dollars from the drawer: "If there's a next time, I'll break your legs."

Fu Jing knew that if the old man really didn't want to give it to him, he wouldn't give him a single silver dollar; giving it to him meant he was willing.

"Thank you, Dad." He smiled broadly, tossed the silver dollars into the air, and left.

Fu Changming pointed at Fu Jing's back and said, "What a bastard, he's a real worry, not as sensible as the eldest brother."

"But even if the young master is sensible, you still don't like him," Li Xing retorted silently.

"The third young master is intelligent and skilled, and few among his peers can compare to him. I hope my child can have even a fraction of his skill."

"I'm going to Xie Zufen (a ancestral grave)."

Li Xing's envious expression made Fu Changming's face look much better.

In contrast, his wife Shen Yun looked unwell. She was visibly upset when she heard her third son casually entering and leaving Fu Changming's study.

Her eldest son, Fu Anming, should have been the heir to the Marshal's mansion, but unfortunately, he was physically incompetent.

She was furious that only one illegitimate son could act so arrogantly in front of others.

She had just taken a bite of bird's nest when she suddenly felt a bit nauseous and wanted to vomit. Shen Yun always valued her health: "Quickly, fetch the doctor from the manor."

She is destined to live to be a hundred years old.

You must at least outlive Fu Changming.

The trusted aide hurriedly left to find a doctor.

The doctor in the Marshal's Mansion was surnamed Zheng and named Zheng Yi. He had received a favor from Fu Changming before, and after completing his studies, he came here specifically to repay Fu Changming.

He had a medical kit slung over his shoulder, and a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old was following behind him.

"I'll take the pulse of the first wife, and you can learn from me." He walked quickly without interrupting his conversation with his daughter.

Shen Yun's confidant muttered to himself:

Zheng Yi had an ordinary appearance, and his wife was just pretty, but they had a beautiful daughter named Zheng Baizhi.

Her almond-shaped eyes were as clear as morning dew, her skin was fair, her nose was high, and her features were truly pleasing to the eye.

Zheng Baizhi: "I understand, Father." She walked as fast as her father.

She clearly has a pitiful face.

In no time at all, we arrived.

Shen Yun was already sitting on the soft couch, with a maid patting her back and another maid holding a teacup.

Zheng Yi first bowed to Zheng Yi, then took his pulse. Zheng Baizhi followed suit, standing a step behind Zheng Yi as his student.

"Madam, it seems you are pregnant."

Zheng Yi studied Western medicine but also understands traditional Chinese medicine. Although he is not as skilled as some veterans, he is not so bad as to be unable to diagnose a pregnancy.

The eldest wife is thirty-five this year, and the eldest son is already married and about to become a grandmother.

Shen Yun was stunned. She had given birth to a child when she was young and had taken a lot of medicine, but she had never been able to get pregnant again. Now she even had a daughter-in-law.

The child has arrived.

Her hand unconsciously touched her belly, her voice calm: "Is the baby healthy?"

Zheng Yi understood the First Madam's concerns, and everyone knew about the Eldest Young Master's health: "First Madam, I'd like to have him examined again."

"Um."

About five minutes.

Zheng Yi released his grip, a patch of sweat appearing on the doorframe: "Madam, you are indeed pregnant, about a month along."

"The child is fine, you just need to take good care of yourself."

He couldn't guarantee that he would definitely have a healthy child.

Shen Yun paused for a moment after receiving an affirmative answer, then nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Just as Zheng Yi and his daughter were about to leave, she gave Zheng Yi a casual word of advice: "As a doctor, the most important thing is to recognize your employer."

"Is that right, Dr. Zheng?"

Zheng Baizhi froze, her fists clenching instinctively as she tried to explain, but Zheng Yi stopped her.

"The First Madam is right, don't worry, I understand."

"In the Marshal's Mansion, there are two masters. The Marshal is the first, and you are the second."

As for the others, they don't count now.

Zheng Yi brought his daughter back to their courtyard. Zheng Baizhi said aggrievedly, "Father, why won't you let me explain? I have no relationship with Young Master Fu."

Young Master Fu is a womanizer who enjoys flirting with pretty girls.

Putting everything else aside, he hasn't even married yet, but he already has a concubine in the courtyard.

But Zheng Baizhi had no feelings for him whatsoever; she only wanted to follow in her father's footsteps and become a doctor who heals the sick and saves lives.

Zheng Yi looked at his daughter, who was still so childlike, and said earnestly, "The Madam is talking about you, but she doesn't want your answer."

He was the doctor in the manor, so naturally, he wanted his answer.

Zheng Baizhi slammed her hand on the table with a bang: "How annoying!"

Fu Jing is annoying!

It's all his fault; he caused others to misunderstand and made her father and her suffer.